The stele, towering hundreds of zhang, seemed like a majestic mountain, standing between heaven and earth.
After withdrawing from the heartland, Ren Duxing stood above the stele, gazing at the giant peak with an uncertain look.
Zhang Jin's eyes flickered slightly and suggested, "Master, why don't we go find Lu Xingchen and bring back the space divine artifact?"
Dong Qing suddenly realized, "Right, the space divine artifact is also a Divine Artifact, along with the Demon Crystal and the War Sword, that makes three Divine Artifacts; perhaps they can withstand the erosion of the black mist."
Ren Duxing shook his head, "Though the space divine artifact is a Divine Artifact, it doesn't possess much divine might."
He implied that Lu Xingchen's space divine artifact was not of much defensive use against the erosion of the black mist.
Upon hearing this.
Zhang Jin furrowed his brows tightly and suddenly seemed to think of something, "What about your Divine Bone?"
